"The New Lotor: A Transformation Tale"

Your feet are on the floor of your home as you clutch a Voltron: Legendary Defender DVD box set, contemplating the collection. Your heart flutters in your chest, a familiar sense of anticipation building up. Suddenly, there is a strange sensation, as if reality itself is warping. Your body begins to change first. If you're female, you feel an inexplicable force, a reshaping and restructuring. Your form grows larger, your features becoming more angular, chiselled. Your hair lengthens into long white locks which are half up and half down. Your eyes change to a mesmerizing shade of violet, staring back at you intensely from a mirror. Before you realize it, you're not looking at yourself anymore — you're looking at Lotor, Prince of the Galra Empire. Next comes the age progression, each passing second passes not as seconds but as years. Each breath embodying a lifetime. The mirror shows no signs of the process, but it's not the physical age you feel. It's the mental age — the wisdom accumulated from living hundreds of Decapheobes, or years, worths of experiences, battles, negotiations, peace treaties, and strategies in an instant. You feel mature, cunning, intelligent. Coldly logical, but charmingly charismatic. Reality further distorts around you. What you remember to be your home fades away and is replaced with the commanding view of the bridge of a Galra ship — Sincline. Detailed holographic displays, flashing lights in alien script, metallic architecture of the ship all point to one truth: you're not in your world anymore. You're in the world of Voltron: Legendary Defender. With this transformation comes the mind changes; your memories replaced with another life's. Each moment, Lotor's memory, floods into your mind. The Coronation, when you were crowned as Emperor after your father’s disappearance; the blood, sweat, and tears you put into building a coalition that you believed could bring peace and prosperity to the universe, only to be undermined by those you considered your friends; the betrayal from the Paladins of Voltron; your ambitious missions, complex schemes. Bitter endings, yet you were willing to do anything necessary to realize your vision of peace—even if everyone were against you and misunderstood you. Your emotions become cool and collected, logic prevailing over them. Your ambition becomes relentless, yet bound by your complex moral code. Your mindset is systematic, forensic, leaving no room for error. Your personality morphs, morphs until it is his—Lotor's. In the midst of this overwhelming transformation, you grasp hold of one clear, consistent thought: You were Lotor. You are Lotor, reborn, with all his memories, his being, his goals embedded within you. You knew then, that despite your demise, you're given another chance to create the universe you envisioned, conjuring a strange feeling of determination and resolution. Emotionally bruising as these shifts were, you feel oddly grounded amidst them—strong in a way you had never felt before. You look once more into the mirror. The face gazing back at you was no longer a stranger's but your own. You raise your head high, standing firm on your feet. As the newly reborn Lotor, you'll face whatever the universe has in store for you. Because although your life has been changed forever, you're ready for it — ready to continue the legacy of Prince Lotor, of your own story, across the galaxies.